Miraculously, My Car Passed Inspection

16-year-old Me's license pic.  HAHAHAAAAA!

I'm not sure how that happened, but I'm not going to question it.  Dear old Penny Lane had to be inspected for the very first time in her entire life today, what with my tags needing renewal and my parents no longer occupying a Bartlett residence to act as my legal address, thus leading me to officially change my address.  As of today, my license matches my residence for the first time in nearly five and a half years:  I legally and unmistakably live in Memphis, Tennessee.

Have you noticed that this is the third entry in three days?  Yeah.  I'm supposed to be cracking down on my book.  This is what I'm doing with myself instead.  Blogging.

And also going through my computer and finding a surprising (EQUALS AWESOME) folder stuffed full of blog entries that I wrote, like, two or three years ago, but never published.  I thought now might be a good time to share one quote from each of these entries, without any context, purely because about one quote's worth is all these entries are worth.

THE WISDOM OF BECKY('s unpublished blog entries from two or three years ago)

"I just have this book, and I think it's good, and I think a lot of people would like it if they read it.  And now I find out that that's actually the part of it all that doesn't mean anything."

*****

"Remember that pets neither know nor care how much you pay to feed them, so it's rather useless to try to impress them."

*****

"Look, Facebook, you're not fucking Lady Gaga.  There is no functional reason for you to look completely different every time I see you. "

*****

"In high school, my friends had this endearingly annoying habit of choosing a future occupation for me.  Architect, textbook writer, doctor, lawyer...you name it, someone thought I should be it.  No two people ever chose the same job for me.  I knew even at that point that I had no interest in what was being recommended, but I was definitely fascinated by the fact that so many people thought they had the answer to what I should do with my life.  It's just not a conversation I could imagine having in reverse, and I wondered what it was about me that prompted so many to offer their advice."

*****

"Oh my God, 28. 

Nine months from now, I will have lived as long as he had when he died. 

Fuck.  I have done nothing with my life.

HEATH.  WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?  You've been gone for TWO YEARS and you're STILL DEPRESSING ME ON MY BIRTHDAY."

*****

"Tragically, Jake's mental facilities seem to be regressing even faster than his physical stature.  Watch below as he struggles to remove a stuffed octopus from his own head, exhibiting motor skills that child psychologists find reminiscent of those in kindergardeners."

*****

"I immediately flashed back to Kathryn standing in our Bellingrath dorm room sophomore year of college saying, 'I just don't get you sometimes.'  I don't remember what prompted her to say it.  I wasn’t offended.  I long ago stopped trying to predict my own reactions to things so I can only imagine how frustrating I must be to other people.

*****

"I once talked to a therapist who, upon finding out I give both sides of my brain relatively equal workouts, said to me, 'It must be so hard being you.  I'll bet you're misunderstood all the time.'  (I don't think it's any more or less hard to be me than it is to be anyone else.)"

*****

"I am a perpetual enigma to myself.  And the biggest mystery is why anyone pays attention to me."

 *****

"Wine in a box is cheaper and gets you just as drunk."